Archer glanced at the gorgeous Ashoka as her claws flexed, gleaming as she pressed her sexy body against his, her firm tits brushing his chest. She claimed his mouth in a ravenous kiss, her tongue diving deep with possessive hunger, tasting of wild spice and untamed desire.
'What the fuck is going on?' he thought, baffled but excited at the forwardness. 'Are they taking control?'
Her sharp teeth nipped his lower lip, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through him as her claws raked lightly across his broad chest, tracing the hard planes of his pecs and the taut ridges of his abs.
Each scratch left tingling trails on his skin, stoking the fire raging in his core. She let out a throaty growl. Ashoka pulled back, her amber eyes blazing with mischief and lust as she bit her bottom lip.
'Ah fuck! I love it when she does that,' he mused while moaning as Inara's sucking sped up as her tongue swirled.
